I have suffered a lot
For a little piece of bread
And an ounce of salt
The scorching sun
Bathes me in sweat blood
And keeps me awake
Giving me strain
On my eyes till late night.
they both together
make my life a real heal.
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It was raining and early came the dark
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On my door steps
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